Gemotions

The CD was a mix of instrumental music, unfamiliar yet strangely familiar. It was sent to Mr. Peterson by a student he'd never entirely understood, Kevin. He had always been a mystery, a shadow lurking in the back of the classroom.

The music was unsettling. He felt the hair on his arms prickle. He felt compelled to play it again.

He turned the volume down. He glanced at the window, suddenly aware of the gathering darkness outside. He had an unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach.